Name: Anson Amador (Pronounced; Arma-door)
Age: 22
Date of Birth: 19th August 1990
Gender: Male
Hometown: (City, Region): Goldenrod City, Johto
Reason for Entering: Anson wants to prove everyone wrong. He's not a freak with tattoos, crazy hair, rocking earrings, and a puny brain. He wants to dispel the social stigma that constantly surrounds him, due to his looks, and wants to show the world, and most importantly, his friends, family and peers back home, that he's more capable than he looks. Anson's looking for a challenge, and he's definitely stumbled across something he'll enjoy, and develop from.
Appearance: Anson is quite a dark dresser, preferring to wear dark blacks and greys, that contrast with some of the white accessories he may wear, like a white wristband or top hat. He's got two large circular earrings, as well as tattoos over his shoulders and down his arms. He's your medium-tall male, with somewhat wavy, jet black hair. His eyes are usually covered with shiny black shades, but when they aren't, his eyes sparkle a rich ocean blue. His masculine, sharp jaw complements his rather large nose, while his lips cover his pearly white teeth.
History: Anson in his youth was a quiet boy, he wasn't very social, but he did have friends. Quite a few, and despite his looks he wasn't a bad boy, in fact he was far from it. What people would usually perceive of him, is that he's your average law-breaker, but what he really was, was an honest, quiet guy, who wanted to enjoy life. He grew up with his mother and father, along with his two sisters, Layla and Ashley in the bustling city of Cerulean. Although he was raised in Johto, he previously lived in Kanto for his few younger years, where his father owned the popular bicycle shop in Cerulean City.
Anson always loved Cerulean city, although he was so young, he could remember so much. The refreshing breeze that swooped past Cerulean Bridge, rustling through his hair, as his dad had him on his shoulders. He could remember the forbidden cave him and the rest of the city's children were prohibited to enter. Of course, kids being kids, they didn't listen, and made regular visits to the mysterious place. Anson could remember watching Gym Battles, leader Misty his idol, the inspiration driving his now love of battling. Her cool, yet feisty personality really intrigued him, and he'd often sneak into the gym past the Cerulean Gym Guards to watch her battle challengers. Sometimes, she'd lose, and he'd run back home crying, other times she won, and he'd run back home jubilant and upbeat. He had some many fantastic memories in Cerulean, but one stood out the most. One that he'd never forget.
One afternoon, a particularly gloomy afternoon at that, Anson did his usual sneaky tactics to get into the gym. He watched Misty battle, she won, her bright orange hair flying up behind as she jumped with enthusiasm. After returning from the gym, elated, he had finally decided what he'd wanted to be, at now the age of 10, Anson seemed to already have his future planned. He wanted to be an Elite Battler. Excited to tell his parents he raced home, slamming the door shut behind him. But the reaction he got was far from what he had hoped.
"Never! What a disgrace, Pokemon trainers aren't real workers! What a feeble aspiration. I'm disgusted Anson, we're both disgusted." His mother spat.
At that moment, what you'd think would happen, is that Anson would give up. Give in to his parents, but no he fought. He fought for several years after, trying to gain their support. But his parents never agreed. They never considered his point of view, that it was his life to live, not theirs. Not long after fighting with his parents at one dinner, late at night, he ran out of the house, to the only place where he felt he belonged. The Gym. Although closed, even being next to the Gym made Anson relax, and feel soothed. This was his dream, this was his want. He wanted this more than anything and he was determined to get it. An hour or so passed, surprisingly his parents didn't notice he had been gone for so long. It eventually got chilly, so he decided to return home. When he returned home he noticed, that his stuff was packed into boxes, all stacked onto the dining table.
"Are we going somewhere", the little boy muttered.
"No Anson, you're going somewhere." His mother corrected him sternly.
"We've had enough of your trainer-antics, so you can take them somewhere else, you'll be living with Aunt Krissie from now own." his dad exlpained.
"Here's your ticket." His father stretched his hand out to reveal a train ticket.
"You'll be taking the train, now go, you'll be late."
"B-but you can't! WHAT ABOUT ME? IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT YOU!" Anson yelled, tears gushing down his face.
His parents stood back in shock.
"YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT ME! I HATE YOU, I HATE BOTH OF YOU, AND I'LL SHOW YOU, I'LL SHOW YOU, THAT I CAN DO IT. I DON'T NEED PEOPLE WHO DON'T HELP ME, I DON'T NEED PEOPLE WHO DON'T CARE!"
Anson rushed to his room to collect his essentials. He opened a secret floorboard, revealing a little sac of goodies. A few poke balls he'd found on the street, some where brand-new others, were old, but he treasured them all. The little sack contained a pack of biscuits, a bag of sweets, an apple and two bottles of water. Bandaids also made their way into his goodie bag as well as a glove and beanie. Scooping his supply bag, he raced out to the door, and ran into the darkness. He's never seen his parents since. Nor his sisters.
Male - Serious
-Waterfall
-Stone Edge
-X-Scissor
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Swords Dance
Cacturne:-
Male - Naughty
-Needle Arm
-Sucker Punch
-Sandstorm
-Mimic
Skuntank-:
Male - Sassy
-Flamethrower
-Hone Claws
-Dig
-Toxic